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[amelioraate]

[ When the feed click on, Tony manages to look annoyed and impressed all at once (you know, those emotions that he manages to bring out in other people pretty much all the time). He is sitting at a desk, the communicator propped up against something, and he has a small screwdriver (the micro kind) between his teeth as he speaks.]

So just how much shit am I going to get in if I try to take this apart and merge it with my Stark Phone? Not that I really care about how much shit I get in, but-- I mean, it is shiny new alien tech and you just gave it to me, you gotta know I'm gonna try taking it apart.

[ And figuring out ways to hack it. And make it better. And--

He takes the micro screwdriver out of his mouth and flashes a sharp smile.]

Also, as far as kidnappings go, this has gotta be one of the nicer ones, so no complaints here. Though I gotta know; anywhere I can get my hands on some more tools? Maybe a spare communicator, or three, or maybe an interface with the ship's core navigational systems...

[ That last one is said with only the slightest hint of 'I'm kidding' (because he isn't kidding, he is going to look for one no matter how much he has already been told 'NO', that's just like taunting him ok).]

Oh, and where might I find alcohol? Is that a thing in this section of space? I hope it is because I really don't want to try distilling my own shit again, that was a disaster the first three times and I really don't think I have managed to get better.

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( un: pavus )

[curled]

[ And Tony's asked The Right Question because that's the only thing that matters in space. ]

There are several establishments that sell alcohol. Some have better atmospheres than others. I suppose it all depends on what sort you are seeking.

[amelioraate]

[ it is the only question when you are in space okay. ]

The kind that will get me blackout drunk but won't kill me, where do I find that?

[curled]

[ It's the only question when you're anywhere. ]

Oh, then I've just the place.

[ He sends over a location of a moderately priced bar on the second level of the shopping center. ]

It's called The Fainting Goat. [ He pauses; thoughtful, ] Though there are several shops in the market where you can procure your own should you prefer a more private setting.

[ aka: drink alone like Dorian does. eyyyy. ]

[amelioraate]

[ you sir, are a godsend, yes. ]

Fainting Goat, huh. I am going to be heading that way soon enough I think. I don't much care about privacy, wasn't something I was afforded a lot of before really, but good to know.

Thanks... Pavus.

[ he is just going to call everyone their screen names. until he gets to know them, hacks the system and gives them better screen names. like pizza cat or something. ]

[curled]

[ Look. Dorian has priorities. ]

It's Dorian, if you would.

[ Not that he minds being called by his last name, but. Too impersonal. ]

I can't imagine not having privacy. There are times when people can be terribly annoying when you're working on a brilliant theory! [ a beat ] So are birds.

[ #bitter; BUT ANYWAY. ]

At any rate, do enjoy yourself. Stay long enough when Michael is working and he's inclined to give a gracious discount.

[ Or, you know, just flirt a lot with him. That works. ]

[amelioraate]

[ the best priorities, if you ask Tony. ]

Ah, pleasure Dorian. I'm Tony.

[ this is accompanied with a flash of a smile, a flicker of the persona that he spend decades cultivating on earth, but it doesn't linger. mainly because Dorian's next words make him bark out a laugh.

you, sir, speak his language.]

I hear you, holy shit, I hear you. Having to deal with other people when you are trying to crack the secrets of the universe is just fucking tiring. Once, I was forced to abandon my attempt to reinvent clean energy for a board meeting, I mean, who needs advancements when you can sit in a room with a bunch of idiots who know nothing about anything? I mean, not sure about birds, I have met a few pretty cool ones but, yeah.

[ he won't even ask. n o p e.]

Michael, huh? I will keep that in mind, thanks.

[ and he will flirt, Tony likes that. hell, the smile he flashes along with his thanks might be edged with flirtation, but Tony flirts like he breathes.]

[curled]

[ Well, then, that's two things in common. Alcohol and flirting. What could possibly go wrong?? ]

I'm not entirely certain what you mean by clean energy, but I understand the sentiment. I suppose, in a way, it should be heartening to know others cannot make it without your input. But, on the other hand, it's just terribly distracting!